Page 31 of The Brigadier

“I don’t understand,” I said, even if I did.

“There are very few ways to get through to someone with as hard a head as you have. I think it would help you focus as well. Yes, I understand you went through something horrible, but you could have made it so much worse.”

I was so floored I had no idea what to say. But the craziest thing happened. I felt warmth zooming throughout my body.As if I wanted it. Or at least as if I knew I deserved the harsh punishment.

“I… I can’t just tell you I’m sorry?” I asked rather sheepishly.

“Not good enough. I’m sorry. So, here’s how we’re going to do it. I’ll go easy on you tonight, only using my hand,” Nikolay said as if this was common practice.

“Um… Okay. So how?” I couldn’t believe I was going to allow this to happen. Was I out of my mind?

No, I did a stupid thing and deserved punishment for it. I knew that. But I hated it. No one punished me. Maybe that was part of the problem.

“You’re going to come to me and drop your jeans and panties. From there, you’re going to lie across my lap. It’s as simple as that.”

As simple as that. Was the man kidding me?

His voice was so deep, so powerful. Just like the man. I’d never been so attracted to anyone in my life. The desire had only grown stronger over the last couple of days and I could see the same hunger in his eyes.

Yet I was mortified, already embarrassed enough my cheeks were burning. I was an adult, a grown woman being treated like a disobedient child.

That’s what you get for running.

My little voice decided now was the best time to become active? Shit.

He patted his lap and I gulped, feeling woozy. This was crazy but I doubted I was getting out of it.

I stood on shaking legs, trying not to pass out. Between the horrible night, the extreme terror and now this, I was more befuddled than I’d felt in a long time.

“I’ve had a shitty day,” I said more in passing.

“And how do you think your father would feel if I had to call him and tell him you were hurt? Or worse?”

I could see his point and I hated it and myself for it. Seconds later, I found myself moving closer. When I gathered a whiff of his aftershave, my panties were damp. Great. Now he’d know exactly how excited he could make me.

“Come on. Be a good girl.” His voice was even huskier than before.

He had a way about him that drew me in and I found myself obeying, unfastening my jeans. But I had to close my eyes when I started to lower my jeans and panties at the same time. When I gathered a slight whiff of my longing, I cringed all the way to my toes.

If he noticed, he didn’t react in any way, acting more like a disciplinarian than anything else. I couldn’t help but notice how large his hand was. A spanking from him was going to hurt.

I guess that was the point.

When my clothes were down to my knees, he gently placed me over his lap, daring to caress my naked bottom.

It caught me as strange that I felt more naked with my pants around my knees than I would if I was standing fully naked in front of him.

“Now, this is going to hurt but that’s what you need. I’ll do twenty-five tonight. That should be an excellent first reminder. If not, I’ll do more.”

More? Was he kidding me?

I couldn’t remember the last kind of punishment I’d received. My father really didn’t have time, plus he preferred being the hero daddy. My mother was far too busy with her social life and couldn’t care less about what I did as long as I didn’t burn her beloved house down. But I was mostly a good kid. Sure, there were little things. I wasn’t perfect and had a highly caustic mouth. All my teachers had told me so.

But a hard spanking? I was floored.

When he brought his big hand down, I honestly thought I would die. I know I gasped. Maybe I yelled. Whatever the case, I was absolutely mortified, squirming to the point I almost fell off his lap.

He growled. Really? And jerked me back further onto his lap. And for about ten seconds, I was thrown into a moment where all time had stopped.